Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

The moment Liu Jun heard Jiang Ran's words, a hint of fear finally appeared in the depths of his eyes.

In his opinion, Zhou Yuanwei is definitely not a simple person. He always makes a decision before taking action in everything.

Is it possible that I made a mistake today and my life is at risk?

From the truest thoughts deep in his heart, he didn't believe it. He could imagine that Wu Xiaotong who was imprisoned by Zhou Yuanwei fell into the hands of the other party, but he had to force himself to accept this fact.

That means Zhou Yuanwei, who was once his arm and now covets his status, is really dead.

Neither brave nor heroic, he died silently in the hands of a young man who still hasn't figured out where he came from.

Liu Jun swallowed and looked at the tea cup in Jiang Ran's hand hesitantly.

A glass of plain water makes no difference.

If there was, it was just an imperceptible drop that Jiang Ran dipped his fingertips into.

Liu Jun's mentality underwent a huge change at the snap of a finger.

He had actually guessed that Jiang Ran, the girl in the red skirt, and even the short-haired man were all members of the Lian family.

Biaozi's knife seemed very reckless, but in fact the opponent only needed to take a step back, and at most he would only be slightly injured, but would not be stabbed to death.

You guessed it right, but the problem is that the one with the most powerful combat power guessed it wrong.

He thought Biao Zi was ten, and the yellow-faced young man was only three to five at most.

Regardless of their size or the number of battles they have experienced, there is no comparison between the two.

Now he fully believes that the opponent has hundreds or even thousands of fighting capabilities. After all, the previous scene simply goes against people's three views.

It's just a drop of water, but in the opponent's hands it has the same lethality as a gun.

To a certain extent, it is even more difficult to defend against than firearms.

What's more, firearms are external forces after all, and this yellow-faced young man relies on his own force. Looking at the opponent's antelope-horned blow without leaving any trace, it is obvious that this level of means is nothing more than casual use.

Liu Jun is not a martial artist, but his former subordinate Agou, who uses the Xingyi Monkey Fist, has demonstrated some of the unique characteristics of a martial artist.

For example, identifying the location by listening to sounds, dodging pistol bullets, etc. However, compared with the scene I witnessed today, these usually amazing methods are just like a child playing house.

Liu Jun was instantly frightened. He himself did not have Zhou Yuanwei's courage to risk everything, and he could not resist at this moment.

"Little brother..." He originally wanted to continue calling Jiang Ran little brother, but when he raised his eyes and touched the other person's lofty and indifferent eyes, he didn't dare to continue to say this title.

"Since Mr. Jiang thinks highly of Liu, I will give you a glass of water and you should drink it to your heart's content."

Liu Jun's cowardly behavior would have been normal, and his subordinates would have been unable to resist making noises.

But under the shock of Biaozi's burly but lifeless body that was still standing there, no one dared to say anything.

"Drink this glass of water and I will spare your life."

Jiang Ran really admired this old turtle's ability to shrink back, and looked at him with playful eyes.

The temperature in the box was clearly not hot, but large patches of cold sweat broke out on Liu Jun's forehead and neck.

Whether he was lucky or relieved, Jiang Ran's words did make his tense mood slightly relieved.

Liu Jun took two deep breaths and solemnly stretched out his hands to take the teacup in Jiang Ran's hand.

He didn't think that the other party had poisoned the water at all. With the skill of killing people with just a drop of water, he might not even have a chance to take out the gun in his arms, so he wouldn't be willing to use such a despicable method.

"Mr. Jiang is so young and his martial arts skills are astonishing. Liu has been really..."

Liu Jun stretched out his hand and complimented with a smile.

When Jiang Ran let go of his hand, his face suddenly changed. The tea cup became as heavy as a thousand pieces. Someone who didn't pay attention directly threw him to the ground with his arms and legs.

Why is it so heavy... at least fifty or sixty pounds.

Liu Jun was wailing crazily in his heart. Although he was strong, he couldn't control this sudden contrasting weight. Even if he didn't let the teacup fall out of his hand, his grip strength was amazing.

"Raise the teacup."

Jiang Ran had already sat down inadvertently, looking at Liu Jun who stood up tremblingly.

He clenched his teeth and his face turned red from suppressing it. He slowly raised the tea cup to the height of his eyebrows. His hands were rising and falling. It was clear that he could not bear the weight of the glass of water.

"Spill the water and die."

Jiang Ran picked up the teapot and poured another glass of water, took a sip, and looked down at the rippling water in the teacup in his hand, showing an expectant expression.

Liu Jun took a breath of cold air. The trembling of his body and arms became inexplicably undetectable, and the ripples in the swaying water gradually disappeared.

"If the tea cup is lowered than your brow, you will die."

The teacup, which was originally slightly lowered in height, was lifted above his head by Liu Jun, whose face turned red, after Jiang Ran finished speaking. This inexplicable strength came out of nowhere.

"Next, I ask, you answer, if you tell a lie, you will die."

After observing calmly for a long time, Jiang Ran noticed that Liu Jun was always carefully holding the tea cup in his hand. Jiang Ran nodded with satisfaction and said a word in an understatement.

There wasn't much threat in the tone, but everyone could detect an undoubted majesty in the last cold and monotonous word, making it impossible for anyone to have any doubts.

Wang Shengyuan's mood was like a roller coaster, with ups and downs, until Liu Jun, who usually smiled like a tiger, knelt on the ground like an old dog, and a sense of awe finally appeared in his heart.

Liu Jun has been rooted in Yanshan for so many years. Whether he is cunning or cautious, in short, if he can survive, he must have something special about him.

Even if he claims to be more intelligent than Liu Jun and can climb to the opponent's level faster, once he meets someone like Jiang Ran, the outcome will not be any different.

Suddenly, Wang Shengyuan, who was obsessed with becoming bigger and stronger, questioned his decision for the first time.

Liu Jun didn't know what the rebellious boy next to him was thinking, so he smiled bitterly and flatteringly towards Jiang Ran, who seemed to have no murderous intention.

"When Mr. Jiang asked, Xiao Liu told me everything he knew, and he didn't even dare to have the slightest intention of deception."

When he was speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the teacup almost lowered his brow. Liu Jun was so frightened that he didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest.

He didn't want to bet on whether Jiang Ran was joking with him. No matter how important it was, he wouldn't risk his life on it.

"Where is Lin Mudan?" Jiang Ran held the tea cup in one hand and looked down at Liu Jun. His calm posture was in sharp contrast to the other person.

Liu Jun was a little dumbfounded, and then he understood what the problem was. It turned out that when he said that Lin Mudan was at his home, Jiang Ran had already seen through this extremely clumsy lie.

He pursed his lips, not daring to make any more nonsense: "Lin Mudan is on the second floor of Qingya Garden, the ninth box on the left."

"Little boy?" Yan Yuqing was observing the movement, and from the corner of her eye, she saw Wu Xiaotong open the door and run out.

"Second question, who is the person behind you?" Jiang Ran's eyes were like a sharp sword hanging above his head, making Liu Jun unable to think of anything perfunctory.